Bab 496: Don't Worry, This Must Be the Strongest Enemy Hero, Betrayal

Leading the way were the Forest Barbarians, their eyes wide as they gazed into the fog, which limited visibility to just forty to fifty meters. They carried rusty and worn iron axes and large knives, bearing marks of dried blood that suggested the numerous foes who had met their demise at their hands.

Although their vision was greatly hindered by the fog, they became even more excited. The enemies trembling in the ruins gave them a sense of thrill, like cats hunting mice.

The chieftain of this tribe of Forest Barbarians held a rune-inscribed war axe in each hand, his face revealing a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.

"You little mice better hide well. Don't let me find you so quickly, or it will be very boring for me."

"All of you, stay alert! Open your eyes wide and find those mice hidden here for me!"

The chieftain shouted loudly.

Hoo—